Excerpt Looking at myself in the mirror now, well, let's just say it's
hard to remember myself any other way. I was having some trouble dealing
with some issues and found a good therapist, and after a few months an
absolute flood of childhood through adolescent memories came back, some in
erotic dreams, some daytime revelations, and I realized how much my mother
was right about me, although I did resent it a lot.
First of all, Mom and Dad divorced when I was very young, and somehow dad
got custody, remarried what I call mother now, divorced again when I realize
he wasn't really up for the kind of relationship my lovely but dominant stepmom
had in store for him.
At first my stepmom, Helena Maxwell and her daughter Tiffanny, one year
younger than I was, took very little note of me, leaving me to a succession
of sadistic boarding schools dad had me enroll in! So I only saw their act
during vacations, but to give them credit they waited until I was nearly
full grown giving me a chance on my own to see which way I would go.
Helena was absolutely gorgeous, and her daughter Tiff, a blonde sweet
tease, and there was never any question who ruled the roost in the big house
from the divorce settlement. One of the things I had found humiliating was
Helena's favored use of corporal punishment, and not a little erotic, especially
when Tiffanny was in attendance and she always seemed to be. It brought back
buried memories of similar sounds from the bedroom, where of course I know now
that poor(lucky) dad was receiving his weekly reminder on Friday nights.
And even then, Tiffanny was in attendance, only a girl herself at the time.
In my teens I was getting into trouble, the academics were okay, but the
teen jocks I had been holding my own with were now bigger than I was. To make
my life worse I was being humiliated at home and at school because like my dad,
I was not going to be a big tall guy. I stopped growing at 5'6, didn't have
to shave like my dad and was slim with an oval face. On top of which Helena
insisted I wear my light brown hair in a longer style than was fashionable
at the school. I began to act out with acts of vandalism on my bullies and of
course got caught, not too bad a charge, but a bully who had been pestering me
for a year got some damage to his car, and of course Helena was sent the bill,
thus begins the real story!
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